I journeyed to Warsaw, to find the imagery, the state of mind, and the city that my Grandmother had presented to me

in her stories. But they were no longer there.

I journeyed to Warsaw to find models in Palaces.

People standing in queue to purchase fine meats and vegetables.

I was searching for the woman with the Red hair. But she had disappeared.

I then realized that I was alone. Solitary in a city that did not know me. Lonesome between big houses covered in

windows. Alone in frosted parks with scavenging crows and wandering squirrels.

The city I was in, was no longer the city my grandmother had shared with me.

I was by myself, and I was me.

In the evening, when I sat in my grandfather's former apartment, my bedside lamp illuminated a bright glow on the

wall.

I danced in that light.

I saw a young elegant woman's silhouette as she danced in that light.

A young woman made up of shadows.

A young woman with the Red hair.